Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.